Dream a Little Dream of Me

I had a nightmare about my paper that is due this week:

I arrived at my professor's office to give him my presentation, and my professor was no longer who it is now, but rather my high school government teacher, Mr. Nettles. Mr. Nettles smiled his wicked smile, rubbed his bald head and asked me to begin. I looked down at my paper and suddenly realized that all I had were a few bullet points. One of which included a statement that the Enlightenment was actually started in China during the rule of Mao Zedong. Throughout my stammering and completely made up presentation, Mr. Nettles would interrupt me and ask me impertinent questions. Then he pointed to my foot and asked me what happened. I looked down and realized that I wasn't wearing any shoes and my ankle was wrapped with an extremely dirty ace bandage.

I lectured Mr. Nettles for interrupting my presentation, and limped home with my filthy ace bandage as it began to rain. When I arrived home, my cousins Jason and Michael were on the front porch in white plastic lawn chairs. They looked over sodden state and dirty bare feet and Jason told me how horrible I looked. I glared at him and went inside.

And that was that.